This past weekend, my wife and I had an opportunity to participate in the latest national rage – the Cash for Clunker program. First, I want to thank all of you responsible tax payers for helping us get rid of our son’s ’99 Ford Ranger. Your donation to the cause is greatly appreciated!
The vehicle was actually bought by us for our son when he was in high school (still registered to my wife). He has had it now for seven years and it is starting to go down the tubes a bit with maintenance and other assorted safety issues. So, we came up with the brilliant idea of trading the Ranger in, giving him my wife’s ’03 Civic, and buying my wife a brand new Accord. A win-win for all involved!
The son was very excited by this prospect and eagerly endorsed the move. Next, we run by the dealership (after some research on Edmunds.com) that our family has bought our last four cars from and quickly consummate a fair deal. At this point, a call is placed to have Joe bring the truck by so that we can trade it in and move forward. My wife called him and after hanging up noted that she felt like he was not as enthused as he was the previous day.
Upon arrival, Joe did appear somewhat melancholy and starting reminiscing about all he had been through with his truck. He had one other family owned vehicle that lasted less than a year so this was truly his first vehicle. Joe was actually sad he was saying goodbye to his “friend” even though he knew he was getting a better car at an even better price (read FREE). He was even more distressed to learn that they were just going to destroy the vehicle!
Funny, but his reaction brought back memories for me and I started reminiscing about my first vehicle (a Ford Pinto – STOP LAUGHING). I even hit upon a couple of past vehicles that did hold some fond memories. Bottom line, I knew exactly where he was coming from and why he was feeling the way he did. In some regard, he was officially saying goodbye to one of the last vestiges of his childhood/young adult hood. He was truly saying goodbye to an old friend that had been with him through both good and bad times. Joe even appeared offended when the Ranger was referred to as a “clunker.”
What started out as good riddance to an old “clunker” ended up being somewhat of a funeral for an old friend. RIP to our treasured Ford Ranger antique!